When silver moon rise and golden sun set,
And day and night have met,
I come out to do my work,
In the shadow I do lurk,
Swift as a panther, quick as a flash,
Leaving a little mouse with a huge gash,
I steal Redwall's pride,
Out of the hall I glide,
Almost a mouse I slew,
Then out the Redwall window I flew,
Broken bones down below,
Cluny saying he wouldn't take the crippled or slow,
Told little mice where their tapestry was,
Their pride….
And then,
I died.